
The Belmont Inne
It was a rough winter of record lows and ghostly looking cars buzzing on the streets encased with salt. Our car was no different, so encrusted with salt you could barely see out the windows. We needed to find a car wash pronto before our car’s innards rusted and crumbled behind us. In our search we took a side road, Old Philadelphia Pike. We had … Continue reading The Belmont Inne